Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-06-02
Gales aud Sketfhes.
FAITHS ELoPGMESf.
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Poor Faith thought him dead, and
knelt beside him, supporting the dear
wounded head Cd her arms. endeavoring
to stop the trickling blood with her little
handkerchief, and calling him so piteously
and tenderly that he must have come back
from deaths door to have heard it.
| don't Think Master Fred was as badly
hurt as he pretended, but it was mex
pressibly nice. after his recent misery, to
lie 10 Faiths arms, and listen to her ten
der caressing words. So presently he
ventured to groan feebly, never opening
his eyes. His experiment was eminently
successful, for Faith, forgetful of pro-
prieties and everything bat that she loved
him, bent over him rapturously and
kissed his forehead, entreating him to open
his eyes and live once more.
"Oh, Fred, do love you, and always
haver' she exclaimed, and at this COM
forting assurance the man opened pair
of very wide awake blue eyes. with such
came back to earth in a hurry, and tried
to dsengage herself, whereupon this bad
youth showed such evident symptoms of
relapse that she dared not let him drop,
80 had to content herself with covering
the pischevous eyes with her hand, crying
imploringly: DON'T"
Eyes. but will, though" replied this
audacious specimen Of genus homo.
Before get up from here you must
promise to be my wife?"
Anything for a release" said Faith,
saucily. I-guess-I-will."
leave out the guess" demanded this
memorable tyrant.
"Well. will, them" replied Faith
quite meekly.
That's right" with the utmost com
placency; "now, then, give me another
kiss "
Erred Clauson," cried Faith, II never
did, and never will ~
Faith. Faith! how can you periure
your soul with falsehood? Didn't you
kiss my forehead just before opened my
eyes?"
1t was too much for human nature to
endure Faith bounded to her feet regard
less of consequences, and then this pair of
turtle doves evoke to the fact that they
were in the woods without horse or cutter :;
that The short winter dav was closing in
upon them, and that fine ice storm was
falling, with the flakes as sharp as
needles.
Fred had no idea where they were, for
he calmly confessed that the trip to An
gelica was base fabrication. He had no
idea where it was, and they were at least
five miles from Gainsborough.
Faith hadn't the heart to reprove his
wickedness, so after binding his wounded
head up IN a handkerchief, he started in
the direction the horse had taken. leaving
poor little Faith wrapped in the robes
(Which had fortunately been spilled out
at the same time they were), and
frightened half to death at being left
alone.
Luckily. he found the horse and cutter
all uninjured. about half mile from
there, and so returned quite quickly. But
it was growing very dark, and Faith had
grown benumbed with the cold. Fred
walked her around little while, and
made her swallow some brandy that he
had in his pocket, until the blood began
to circulate once more. Then he put her
in the cutter. holding her closely in his
arms. and drove swiftly toward town.
Faiths consciousness was quite gone
when they reached the hotel, and the
landlady look her into her room and
worked over her for nearly an hour before
the blue eyes opened again.
Meantime Fred found their friends had
gone as soon as the storm commenced,
and that now the track was so covered
that all the teamsters had put up for the
night. Fred paced the sitting room with
his forehead knitted up anxiouslv.
He had sent telegram to Father Bry
son as soon as possible, explaining their
detention. and saying that in all probable
ity they could not reach home that night.
And now he was thinking about it. He
tancied how the scandal mongers would
talk, and he knew that the strict Puritani
cal notions of propriety held by Faiths
father and mother would be terribly
shocked. He could not bear that single
breath of suspicion should sully his pure.
white flower. And while he was thinking.
the door opened. and in walked Faith.
looking very snow wrath. she was so
white Fred went to her, and took her
tenderly in his arms, and half carried her
to the sofa, and after they had talked a
little while. Faith said:
'Can we go home pretty soon, Fred ?"
"My darling,' said Fred, 1.-THE river is
so covered with snow that it would the
height of folly to risk our lives upon it !;
besides. you are not strong enough to ride
twelve miles tonight. No. dear, we must
stay all night. l have telegraphed your
father how it is.
Poor Faith commenced to cry as she
thought OF her father and mother, and
Fred said quietly:
You are thinking what people will
say, my darling. and have been thinking
of it also; and Faith, tomorrow. you must
60 home as my wife"
ooh, Fred. | cannot cannot" cried
Faith. aghast.
"My love. you must. You say You will
marry me some day; why not at once,
and avert all gossip 1t will be as easy to
get father and mother to forgive us for
that as to sanction our engagement"
Faith stopped sobbing, but it required
many more arguments to gain her con-
sent. But Fred conquered at last. and
Papa Bryson read the following telegram
next morning to his astonished wife, who
had never slept all night in her anxiety
for her tenderly guarded child;
Faith and were married this morning
at 10. viii be at the Grand Hotel at